of trying not
to open his mouth, of trying to resist the innate urge to lick the
blood clean from his lips. Kira wanted to look away, but she needed
to see this, she needed to knock her feelings for Tristan right out
of her head.
Before long, Tristan looked at Kira with
feelings of pain and guilt and self-loathing, and slowly opened his
mouth to stick out his tongue and swallow. Kira saw the flash of
pleasure across his features, the slight glow in his eyes, and knew
the image would stay with her for a long time.
Diana clapped at her own ingenuity, like a
five year old playing with Barbie dolls, and walked back to Kira.
She slid her finger along Kira’s cheek and took her own taste. Kira
saw nothing but pleasure in her eyes, and that was how she still
knew Tristan was different. Not guilt free or perfect or even good,
but certainly not the same level of evil as the cold blue eyes of
Diana’s that showed no ounce of remorse.
Kira watched helpless as Diana moved close
again, and couldn’t look away as Diana held her gaze like Tristan
had in class. She felt the shiver of fear, thought of her family
that she would miss, but knew there was no way out. Soulless
glowing blue eyes looked into hers with excitement and Kira was
paralyzed and helpless to stop it. Diana didn’t move closer for the
kill, but instead remained still to enjoy watching Kira powerless.
A smile spread across her features, like she knew Kira didn’t know
enough to escape.
But then, in an almost comforting way, Kira
felt that surge of warmth like she had before in the classroom.
Instead of being scared at this unfamiliar feeling, Kira welcomed
it. Welcomed her own power coming through, the heat funneling to
her hands, and she knew she would be able to escape.
Kira tried to move free of the hold, but
still couldn’t. The heat from her hands soon became too much. In
Diana’s unfaltering stare, Kira knew she was still in danger, and,
for a second, she thought that maybe Tristan had let her escape in
the classroom, as though he had known what was happening inside of
her and knew how to stop it.
Diana had no such concern, and Kira started
to feel as though she were burning from the inside out, as though
her blood had turned to lava and was coursing through her body
destroying everything in its path.
Kira started shaking. Diana mistook it for
fear and started laughing. Kira couldn’t stop the vibration racking
though her body. The heat was excruciating. She began to scream,
and she barely registered Tristan’s pain as he struggled against
John and Jerome to try to save her.
She felt like a bomb, and as Diana finally
sank down to take her deathly bite, Kira finally exploded. All Kira
felt was the release of the heat going away and seeping out of her,
and when the pain was almost gone she opened her eyes and saw fire
streaming from her hands. Diana, John, Jerome and Tristan were
pressed against the back wall of the theater, held there by the
light coming from her hands, unable to escape. Kira didn’t know how
to turn it off. She didn’t know what was happening. Tristan's eyes
filled with pain and fear, and Kira realized she was hurting
him—destroying all of them and that they were afraid of her.
Kira couldn’t move and could barely breathe;
she just stared at her hands unable to control anything. She felt
different hands on her shoulders, shaking her and distantly heard
someone screaming her name but she felt like she was outside of
herself and was watching this scene as if it were a movie. She
almost wanted Diana to feel pain and to die; she almost wanted to
kill her.
The thought snapped Kira back to reality and
she realized it was Luke who was standing before her. He shook her
and called her name. Somehow she knew he could help. That he was
like her. Part of her was mad he never told her, but a much more
prominent part of her knew she needed his help, and was overjoyed
to see him.
"Kira, listen to me, you have to stop. You
have to release them."
to open his mouth, of trying to resist the innate urge to lick the
blood clean from his lips. Kira wanted to look away, but she needed
to see this, she needed to knock her feelings for Tristan right out
of her head.
Before long, Tristan looked at Kira with
feelings of pain and guilt and self-loathing, and slowly opened his
mouth to stick out his tongue and swallow. Kira saw the flash of
pleasure across his features, the slight glow in his eyes, and knew
the image would stay with her for a long time.
Diana clapped at her own ingenuity, like a
five year old playing with Barbie dolls, and walked back to Kira.
She slid her finger along Kira’s cheek and took her own taste. Kira
saw nothing but pleasure in her eyes, and that was how she still
knew Tristan was different. Not guilt free or perfect or even good,
but certainly not the same level of evil as the cold blue eyes of
Diana’s that showed no ounce of remorse.
Kira watched helpless as Diana moved close
again, and couldn’t look away as Diana held her gaze like Tristan
had in class. She felt the shiver of fear, thought of her family
that she would miss, but knew there was no way out. Soulless
glowing blue eyes looked into hers with excitement and Kira was
paralyzed and helpless to stop it. Diana didn’t move closer for the
kill, but instead remained still to enjoy watching Kira powerless.
A smile spread across her features, like she knew Kira didn’t know
enough to escape.
But then, in an almost comforting way, Kira
felt that surge of warmth like she had before in the classroom.
Instead of being scared at this unfamiliar feeling, Kira welcomed
it. Welcomed her own power coming through, the heat funneling to
her hands, and she knew she would be able to escape.
Kira tried to move free of the hold, but
still couldn’t. The heat from her hands soon became too much. In
Diana’s unfaltering stare, Kira knew she was still in danger, and,
for a second, she thought that maybe Tristan had let her escape in
the classroom, as though he had known what was happening inside of
her and knew how to stop it.
Diana had no such concern, and Kira started
to feel as though she were burning from the inside out, as though
her blood had turned to lava and was coursing through her body
destroying everything in its path.
Kira started shaking. Diana mistook it for
fear and started laughing. Kira couldn’t stop the vibration racking
though her body. The heat was excruciating. She began to scream,
and she barely registered Tristan’s pain as he struggled against
John and Jerome to try to save her.
She felt like a bomb, and as Diana finally
sank down to take her deathly bite, Kira finally exploded. All Kira
felt was the release of the heat going away and seeping out of her,
and when the pain was almost gone she opened her eyes and saw fire
streaming from her hands. Diana, John, Jerome and Tristan were
pressed against the back wall of the theater, held there by the
light coming from her hands, unable to escape. Kira didn’t know how
to turn it off. She didn’t know what was happening. Tristan's eyes
filled with pain and fear, and Kira realized she was hurting
him—destroying all of them and that they were afraid of her.
Kira couldn’t move and could barely breathe;
she just stared at her hands unable to control anything. She felt
different hands on her shoulders, shaking her and distantly heard
someone screaming her name but she felt like she was outside of
herself and was watching this scene as if it were a movie. She
almost wanted Diana to feel pain and to die; she almost wanted to
kill her.
The thought snapped Kira back to reality and
she realized it was Luke who was standing before her. He shook her
and called her name. Somehow she knew he could help. That he was
like her. Part of her was mad he never told her, but a much more
prominent part of her knew she needed his help, and was overjoyed
to see him.
"Kira, listen to me, you have to stop. You
have to release them."
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